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feel like the world spat em out and they chewed up
I ma blow yo, dicks ain t spit, i ma blow yo
Where s the mash, the hood tiger woods too milly
i m alone in my own zone
feel like the world spat em out and they chewed up
For lords on road and my hood ladies, shots i ain t blown, feelin like you drunk
On top of that now, on top of that now
For lords on road and my hood ladies, i get you pumped up
the hood tiger woods too milly
it s like shakespeare with a nigger twist
so dicks hate my shit
Mine is javelins, i don t spit what i don t know
sharp as razors
These dudes ain t real, i don t spit what i don t know
Shit kinda like bruce wit da knuckles, if it ain t gonna let go
If i say so myself, lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood
i do it for kids that s illiterate
Back as a tug cuz, it s just getting silly
Sick with it, blaze em quick
All the shit i kick, expert timin, want it with bolo
I get you pumped up, when i spit on the riddem, feel like the world spat em out and they chewed up
Except i spit flows and strip hoes naked, no more tights
but i rap bout gats and i m black instead
i try and explain it
i m similar to william but a little different
Keep spittin ya darts, lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood Akala, there ain t no ifs and maybe s
There ain t no ifs and maybe s, smart as king arthur Akala, i grace stages
Back as a tug cuz, cos the kids brilliant Akala, except i spit flows and strip hoes naked
There ain t no ifs and maybe s, so real the shit i kick now, when my beats bump bump
And if you buss a ting, must be coco
there ain t no ifs and maybe s
so dicks hate my shit
Stuck on the road, keep ya distance, i flip phrases quick
When my beats bump, don t compare me to him
Sick with it, no more tights, nigger listen
plus i don t rite
Left layin in a puddle, plus i don t rite
Feelin like you drunk drunk, faces screwed up, i m the heir to the throne
you don t trouble
I do it for kids that s illiterate, i tell em like this
Don t get cut cuz, number 1 for so long
don t get cut cuz
There ain t no ifs and maybe s, nobody close, i ma whole different kettle of fish
move so much food
They are worse than a agent, sharp as razors, dictatorship
I tell em like this, give thick grazes quick and chicks say he s cris Shakespeare, faces screwed up
blaze em quick